A/N: this has nothing to do with anything, but I made an LJ! I'm so proud. :D Also, my formatting is all fucked up… you know, like I have a new computer, and my aunt just bought me a laptop, so you would think at least ONE of them wouldn't fuck up my stories, but they BOTH DO! I CANNOT GET OVER IT!

CHAPTER THREE

Craig drove me to school in the morning, which was rare even though his house wasn't too far from mine. I remember when my parents were happy that he got his first car because they thought "that nice boy Craig" would drive me to school every day in the mornings. I almost laughed at that, because back then asking Craig for a ride would be like asking the devil for a kitten. I didn't want to disappoint them so I walked to school every day after that, pretending that I got a ride from him. Now, I really do get rides from him, but they're not as often as I'd like them to be.

"When are you going to get your D.L.?" He asked me as I awkwardly climbed into his car, sighing in happiness as the heat washed over me.

"I don't know." I said, even though in my mind I was screaming that if I could help it, I would never get a stupid driver's license so help me GOD. I was just a little scared of getting in a crash and dying, or getting lost somewhere and dying, or slipping off the road and dying, or something. "Soon, I guess."

Craig laughed, shaking his head. "You're never gonna get it. Just admit you're retarded." He looked behind him as he pulled out of the driveway.

I half-glared at him, but couldn't get myself to fully glare at him. I was tired. I'm not a deep sleeper. I leaned my head against the window, and the cool, smooth glass against my head felt nice. "Craig, you know, the other day… Mark was looking for you. What did you do?"

He sniffled, and we stopped at a red light. "Tweek, you know, I tell you a lot of shit, but that's not gonna be one of them."

"What did you do, Craig? Why was he looking for you?"

"God, Tweek! It's none of your damn business!" He shouted at me. Craig turned right abruptly, and I was glad he needed to concentrate on driving, because otherwise he might have already punched me. I shut my mouth, and didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride.

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Kenny knew I was avoiding him. Or, actually, he must have known since he actually started avoiding me, too. A part of me really wanted to go talk to him, tell him that I didn't hate him, that I didn't mean to avoid him, but I didn't want to loose my friendship with Craig. I spent all day worrying about it, biting my nails down to bloody stumps, and still I couldn't stop obsessing.

I wondered what Kenny really thought about me, and if he wanted to be friends like I wanted, if he was even that desperate. I felt stupid, and lonely. I felt like I wanted to cry, but I just couldn't find the right reason to. In the back of my mind, I knew Craig didn't have any control over me, and that I could walk over to Kenny and talk to him as if we were friends, but I just couldn't get up the nerve to do it. I didn't know what scared me more - Craig beating the crap out of me, or the fact that Kenny could reject me if I tried.

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I waited for Craig in the parking lot after school, but he never showed up. I waited until the last car was gone before I picked myself up from the hard concrete. It wasn't very cold because the morning snow was half-melted, small puddles covering the ground with small glaciers floating along the top. I made a point to step on every pile of half-melted snow, hoping to make it melt faster. I hated the cold.

I was enjoying myself until someone grabbed my arm and spun me around. "Kenny?"

"Look, hear me out, please." He said, sounding rushed. "I wasn't trying to hit on you or anything like that by sleeping with you that night. I swear to God, Tweek, I wasn't. I know it freaked you out, but at least talk to me."

I blinked. "You think I'm homophobic?"

Kenny thought I was homophobic. This whole time, he thought I was homophobic.

"Well, aren't you? Isn't that the reason why you're not talking to me?"

I frowned and furiously shook my head. "I hang out with Clyde. He kisses boys when he's drunk, Kenny. If I was homophobic, I wouldn't be around him! I mean, I couldn't!"

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I-I don't know, Kenny."

"I see." He nodded, looking away. "If you didn't want to be my friend, you could have just said so."

"Kenny, that's not-"

"Look, whatever, Tweek. I don't care." He pulled his hoodie over his eyes, and walked away, leaving me before I could explain myself.

I didn't run after him, but I wanted to.

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"Token's parents are gonna go out of town this weekend. You know what that means right?" Craig grinned at me. We were at the local Harbucks, only because my dad wanted me to drop by before Craig took me to the arcade. I didn't mind, I still liked the free coffee. I nodded at his question, holding back a sigh. His voice dropped into a whisper. "We're gonna get so fucked. You're coming right?"

"I don't know. I have to ask my parents."

Craig raised an eyebrow at me. "You still do that? When are you going to grow up, Tweek?" He playfully shoved me as he walked out the doorway, the tiny bell jingling.

I sighed. "Same time I learn how to drive."

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Token had a big house. Big would be an understatement. Token had the kind of house you'd only be able to see on television. Not the kind of house you walk into, and run out of because you're too scared to touch anything, but the kind of house where you knew you were welcome. Clyde always joked around that if his house were any bigger, it wouldn't be in South Park, it would be South Park.

Token didn't flaunt any of it though. We all knew he knew he was rich, but sometimes being the only rich kid in town could hurt more than it could do good. He never went out of his way to fit in with the rest of us, but being rich was what made him, well, him. We all had at least one quirk. I was an emotional wreck, Craig hated everyone, and Clyde kissed boys when he was drunk. Secretly, when he was sober.

We all assembled in his living room, mostly because that was where the television was. Craig smiled and handed me a cup full of dark liquid. "Here, we got some clear stuff today. I know that freaks you out. I put coke in it."

I took the cup and awkwardly took a sip from it. I always felt so nervous when I drank, like my parents were going to come bursting into the room at any moment. I could just imagine the way my mother would tell me that I had been her only hope, and my father would frown as if I had greatly disappointed him. It made my stomach swim. I tried to look as normal as possible, instead of like a kid. I always felt so immature compared to everyone else. Especially when we did stuff like this.

"Like it?"

I looked up at Craig, who was grinning down at me. "I guess. It tastes like gasoline." He enthusiastically nodded his head.

"I know, isn't it great?"

I gave him a weak smile, and took another sip which immediately made me feel like throwing up. Token sat on the couch, flipping through various channels with Clyde commenting on why we shouldn't watch each one.

"Hey, when are Stan and Kyle getting here?"

I looked up in surprise at the question when several things happened. The doorbell rang, Craig shouted something obscene about how "the fucking blonde better not have come", Token jumped up to open the door, Clyde accidentally upset a cup of beer on the sofa, and I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but couldn't get anything out except a "what?" which was drowned out by the rest of the commotion. Stan and Kyle stumbled in, dusting snow off their jackets, and laughing at something that only they knew of.

"Dude, your house is fucking ridiculous." Stan shook his head.

Token laughed, but Craig cut in before he could say anything. "He knows. Where's Kenny?"

Stan and Kyle shared a look before Stan said anything. "He's not coming tonight. He's out with Cartman."

"Cartman? People actually willingly hang out with him!"

Kyle threw his hands up in the air. "You're telling me! I say that all the time! Tell him, Stan!" Stan gave Kyle a good-natured pat on the back, and cooed at him.

"You shouldn't get him excited. His blood pressure will go up, and then kapooey! No more Jew…"

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Everyone was watching the Jackass: the movie, except Kyle who sat off in the corner by himself drinking a can of regular soda. I wobbled over to him, trying to keep my sickness to myself, and plopped down on the floor next to him.

"Tweek, are you okay?"

"Not really, no…" I shook my head at him, and then smiled. "I feel like crap. Aren't you going to drink anything?"

"No… Stan usually gets pretty fucked… I'm the designated driver." He smiled, holding up his can of soda. "Besides, knowing my mom, she'll telekinetically sense it, and gouge out my right eye or something."

"Oh. Well, like, Craig drinks. And he drives." I said proudly even though I couldn't really do either. "Hey, Kyle? Why isn't Kenny here today?"

"Kenny?" He asked me, giving me a look of surprise. His voice dropped down as he looked around the room. "Why are you asking about Kenny? You… Kenny said you hated him."

I shook my head. "NO, no, no. I don't hate Kenny."

"Then why would he say you did?"

"Because I'm not allowed to hang out with him anymore." I said, and suddenly I felt my cheeks grow hot. "I'm not allowed to see him anymore, Kyle."

"Tweek, Jesus, are you crying? Don't cry." He reached down to smooth my hair back from my face, and I felt the lump in my throat grow. I felt so hollow.

"I'm not crying."

"…Of course you're not. You're drunk. But, what do you mean, you don't hate Kenny? You really don't?"

I opened my mouth, but Craig was already there before I could say anything. He shot Kyle an accusatory stare.

"What are you guys talking about? Why is he crying?"

Kyle put up his hands and shook his head. "Nothing, I don't know. He's drunk. Drunk people do that."

Craig didn't say anything, but gave him a suspicious look, and then turned to look at me. "Why are you crying?" I shook my head, feeling the small hiccups in the back of my throat. My head was hurting.

"Look, I'm gonna take him home. Your little boyfriend's upstairs doing God knows what with Clyde."

"He's not my boyfriend." Kyle spat out. "And you're drunk, Craig. You can't go anywhere with him. I'll take him home."

"Don't fucking tell me what I can't DO, Broflovski. I said I'll take him home." He wrapped his arms around me, and tried to lift me up, but I couldn't get up because I was still bawling for no reason. "Get up, Tweek. Up."

"I can't…"

"Fucking do it."

"I can't, Craig, my head… It hurts…"

"Look, I'll take him later, Craig, you're gonna kill him!"

Craig put up an arm to flip Kyle off, and I heard the redhead give an exasperated sigh. "Fine, whatever. Go be a murderer. I mean, I'm only trying to save his life, and maybe yours, but whatever, no one listens to Kyle anyway!"

He managed to get me up on my feet, and we headed outside. It was cold, and my breath clung to the air in cold, white, little clouds. It was dark, and the moon didn't help to light the dark night. Craig opened a car door and shoved me in. "Do you need anything?"

"What?"

"Like meds or something, you need any meds?"

I shook my head. "No… I haven't taken any since fifth grade."

"Right." He got in, and started the car, pulling out the driveway so fast the tires squealed. "Fuck Tweek, what were you guys even talking about, huh?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah, I'll bet it was nothing. Nothing makes you cry now? Don't lie to me, what was it?"

I sighed. "I just asked him why Kenny wasn't there. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Craig laughed, loud and harsh. "You just can't fucking get over him, huh? What did he ever do for you, Tweek? What?"

"Nothing, he didn't have to do anything for me! He was just there, Craig. He's just my friend. I don't want to talk about this with you, you just make everything worse!"

Craig slammed on the brakes. "Wait, what?" There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. "I make everything worse?"

"…I'm sorry, I'm just drunk. I didn't mean it."

"Drunk people don't lie, Tweek." He rested his head against the steering wheel and sighed.

I looked over. He looked blurry because I was crying, and faint because it was dark, and the streetlight in back of him gave him a glowing, angelic quality, and I felt myself want to cry harder at the thought of ever hurting him. Of ever hurting my best friend. My only friend. I closed my eyes and tried to picture all the times he ever smiled at me, and made me smile, and tried to send them into this mind. To smash them in there, so all he could ever picture was us being happy, and never sad.

"Get out." He whispered.

My head snapped towards him. He was still in the same position, without any expression on his face. "What? …Craig, I'm sorry. I promise I won't ever talk about him again. "

"Right now, Tweek. Get out."

"My house is like four block away, it's snowing. I can't walk in the snow, you know that! Craig, please…"

"Get out before I fucking make you."

"Craig…"

"Now, Tweek."

"I'll die out there. I can't breathe in the snow, you know that."

"Fucking deal with it."

I put my hand on the metal handle, but stopped myself from opening the door. "No."

"What? This is my fucking car, Tweek. Get out."

"No. It can't end like this, Craig. It won't end like this. We're friends. If I get out now, we won't be friends, because I'll be dead, and you'll hate me."

"Tweek, I'm not against beating the shit out of you. I think you know that."

"Then do it." I said, leaning into the seat. My heart felt like exploding out of my chest, and my head felt like every single vein was planning an intricate escape plan out of my brain.

Craig sat back for a minute, before reaching out and opening his door. I looked at him in surprise, but he was already on my side, pulling me out. "I said I was gonna do it, Tweek, why don't you ever believe me?" He dumped me without ceremony, and I felt my face collide with the snowy ground.

"I believe you! I always believe you! But… I don't ever want to loose you…" I sniffled.

Craig leaned over, and picked me up by the arm. His nose was right next to mine. "God, Tweek, what are you? Some girl? You fucking crushing on me now? You're lucky I don't fucking hit girls."

He dropped me, and kicked snow at me before walking back to his car. I picked myself up from the snow, but didn't bother to stop him as he sped off. I wiped the gritty snow off my face, and dusted myself off before I started walking toward my house.

A/N: YES THEY WILL END UP LIKING EACH OTHER. I know, Craig is behaving in an absolutely disgusting manner. If his personality wasn't a figment of my imagination, I would be appalled! Anyway, this is the third chapter, so I'm feeling rather proud of myself. A little tired, seeing as how it's 4:17AM, but other than that, it's quite alright. I also have a headache. Tweek has one, too. You see what I did there:D

Also, Tweek's drink… Craig mixed coke with alcohol because Tweek feels strange drinking clear liquids since he's basically lived off of COFFEE his whole life! In case that totally went over your head… I thought it would be sweet if Craig knew that.

Qindarka: You make me want to buy you things. Lots of things, preferably things that are expensive and adorned with diamonds. Unfortunately I don't have a job, nor do I have any money, so I'll just have to work extra hard on this story for you. :D And, yeah, about the sex… I've been on since the beginning of time or something, and all slash is just basically like "and he couldn't take his eyes off of his friend's body, so he thought "omg, am I gay?" and then his friend also turns out to be gay" stuff, sooooo, I thought why not have them NOT be gay at the beginning of the story? I feel sort of bad though, because I know that's what most people are looking for… oops! I don't mean to be redundant, but I'm glad I make you happy with my story, although I'm not sure why you would be sad in the first place! I hope you like this one…

Toasty: Haha, you made me laugh with the whole "I never review thing" because I totally am guilty of that.. It's the reason why I can't really post "review NOW" at the end of my chapters… So thank you so much for reviewing and bringing a little light at the end of this dark, dark tunnel :D